Alastor's grin was a mile wide in pure panic, ears twitching erratically as his face turned the same scarlet as his hair. At one point, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere but where he was.

And then Angel asked for his opinion.

He risked peeking an eye open, knowing that it wasn't likely to be anything even slightly modest.

"Doesn't that much lace itch?" he squeaked, static hissing away with his words.